You itch all day.

THISTLE
He stands beside the road in a
purple cap and tattered green cloak.
Those who touch him, curse him.

BROOM
All about the house,
With his Lady he dances.
Yet he always works,
And never romances.

PATH
All across the countryside,
to front doors he travels.
But you never invite him in.

KEY
Axes and swords,
Will not help you through.
Yet it and a little push will do.
Some in the road would
have fought and soon died,
Were it not close at hand,
to let them inside.

SURF
Pounds all day,
Beats all night,
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